On a dark and snowy night, the speed of the rushing horses' hooves became faster and faster, and in less than a minute, they were already approaching the front of the position.

The attacking cavalry did not light torches, and although the soldiers on the position could not see how many enemies were attacking because of night blindness, the vibration from the ground made it clear that there were definitely many enemies attacking.

The soldier Dai Rui, who had almost caught Terry in the first place, had now been promoted to squad leader, holding his rifle and looking at the dark front, but pricking up his ears and waiting for the order of the front-line commander to fire.

Soon, the shaking of the ground became more and more rapid and louder, and when the neighing of war horses and the screams of knights were heard from the preset stuffed horse formation in front, three hurried whistles sounded on the position, which was the signal for the agreed salvo.

In order to make up for the defects of the soldiers' night blindness, when the sky is still bright, all the soldiers have memorized the general direction of their shooting, and when the whistle sounds, the soldiers in the trenches do not care whether there is an enemy in the direction of their shooting, and deduct the plate machine and send the bullets in the chamber directly.

Soon, the position was ablaze, and the deafening volley of Miller's rifle was like a wave, which rang out every 3-4 seconds.

Although the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army were not many in number, they were all battle-hardened soldiers, and none of them panicked at this time, so the speed of the five salvos was about the same, although it was not clear how effective the killing effect was, but when the soldiers re-pressed the bullets, the sound of horses' hooves on the ground was getting farther and farther away.

The leader of Targan was very unlucky, in order to show his bravery in front of the high priest, so this attack took the lead, originally thought that his horse speed, rushing to the front of this group of tatu is a cup of tea, but he never expected that these cunning datu actually set up a stuffing pit in front of the position.

When he felt the black horse under his crotch sink, it was too late to know that it was not good, because his horse was too fast, and the huge inertia of the horse when he lost his front hooves, so that Tulu, who was a skilled horseman, could not control his body, and with the inertia turned over the horse's head, he fell heavily to the ground.

The leader of Talgan felt that his ribs must have been broken, because he couldn't move at the moment.

But then he was glad he couldn't move, because less than two seconds after he fell, thunderous gunfire rang out from the enemy's position.

The sound of the gunfire was not as messy as that of the tribes on the steppe, but very neat and tidy, and when he heard these neat gunshots, he knew that his people were in danger.

The leader of Targan did not guess wrong, when the "whooshing" bullet flew over Targan's head, the effect of firing five salvos of more than 700 rifles of the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army took away the lives of hundreds of cavalrymen at once, plus because of the fall from the horse pit, the more than 400 knights brought by Talgan this time basically left a small half here.

The remaining knights saw their partners fall under their horses one by one, although it could be seen from the fire of the other party's bullets that they were less than a few dozen meters away from the target, but at this time, they didn't know who exclaimed "Targantulu is gone".

The crowd who were a little frightened because of their partner's fall off the horse, this sudden exclamation was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The rest of the knights' mental defenses collapsed at once.

With this exclamation, most of the knights immediately tightened the reins, and the war horse under the crotch turned over beautifully, turned the horse's head and galloped back.

The hapless Talgan tried to stop the fleeing tribal knights, but he couldn't, his broken ribs stuck in his lungs, and blood blocked his throat, making it impossible for him to open his mouth at all.

And then he couldn't shout for the rest of his life, because a black shadow running back flew over his head, and a huge black shadow of horseshoe fell from the sky, trampling his head into a rotten watermelon.

And at this time, on the position of the cavalry side, the pine cone dry cloth also saw all this.

When the darkness of the position suddenly lit up with patches of fire, followed by the thunderous gunfire, looking at the dense rifle flames, the pine cone knew that the attack had failed.

"It's a cunning snap, but it's okay, you've completely exposed your strength, so let's wait to accept the really sharp claws of the steppenwolf."

The reason why Songguo Ganbu is so confident is because from this round of attacks, he has seen the weakness of the opponent.

Although the other party seemed to be well-trained soldiers, the neatness of the salvo made the pine cone dry cloth sigh in admiration in his heart. However, the pine cone cloth who knows the shortcomings of Miller's rifle very well knows very well that as long as his cavalry troops withstand a volley of the opponent, then the next few tens of meters away, the opponent will not have time to reload the bullet, and what awaits these sudden clicks is the scimitar of death.

Moreover, judging from the situation of the Songgar attack just now, although the other side has set up a trap, not the entire front of the battlefield has been set up, and there is still a distance of about two or three hundred meters without such obstacles.

And judging from the situation of the other party's salvo, the opponent's soldiers did have severe night blindness as they expected, because although these salvos were neat, it could be seen that they were definitely blind shots.

After this round of analysis, the dried pine cone cloth knew what to do next.

Half an hour later, a new round of attack officially began, and after gathering the troops of the Songgar tribe who had fled back, Songguo Ganbu found that although the leader of Targan did not return, more than half of the knights still escaped by luck, and this result also made Songguo Ganbu more confident.

"Zantai, it's up to you next, this time you will press my whole army, unless you cut off all the heads of the other party, no one will turn back for me."

During this half-hour break, the pine cone cloth had already developed a set of plans that he thought would work.

Indeed, if the side of the Revolutionary Army had no other means, the success rate of this set of battle plans formulated by Songguo Ganbu would definitely be very perfect.

In this plan, the Songgar Division, of course, was once again taken forward as a vanguard, and their purpose was to lure the other side into firing a salvo, and when there was a gap in the opponent's position to change bullets, the rest of the main force would rush to the enemy position as quickly as possible through the position where there was no trap.

According to the calculation of the pine cone dry cloth, with the speed of his wolf riders, when the opponent's rifle can fire a salvo again, his wolf rider can definitely rush to the opponent's eyes, and the victory will be nine out of ten at that time.

"Heroic sons of the steppe, on behalf of the great god Jada, I bless you now, cut off the heads of the wicked Dash with the scimitars in your hands, and sacrifice the immortal heavens with their blood. After this victory, all the warriors will get their own pasture. Go, fearless steppe warriors. The Immortal Heaven is with you. ”

When more than 800 knights and thousands of horses were ready, the pine cone cloth encouraged the warriors with all his strength, and then swung his saber forward.

"Smack... Smack..."

"Ulu... Ulu..."

With the order of the pine cone cloth, all the knights who were ready, their legs between the belly of the horses, raised the whips in the air with a crisp pop, and began to gallop towards the enemy's position, their target was not only the skull, but also the fertile pasture that was about to belong to themselves.